The Year That Wasn't

 

The year that wasn’t

that never was

passed by in silent internal cries

inside walls watching clocks crawl on by

months watching paint dry,

until flakes crumbled into dusty reminders

of outside before the virus

 

The year that started as a slow stumble

before falling into a long tumble,

downhill as the walls around

started to crumble

1 to 10,

this was a 99 on the sliding scale

as the internal storms turned to hail

the weather reminds of a time before

the virus decided to knock at our door

 

Like stories of war,

fought an enemy we hadn't faced before

and lost

we felt the cost, a summer of frost

lives cut short, no sunshine to report

just us in the onslaught, under the wheels

a mere afterthought

of this virus juggernaut

 

In the year that never was

I found my heart

that I thought forever lost

I found hope in smiles cast

hands held in the wreckage

of this infectious bomb blast

I fell to my knees

as kisses freed me from chains

the virus still looming uncontained

 

As the year edges closer to the end

fireworks will once again

fill the sky with gunpowder rain

but will life ever be the same

will we be able to turn on a tv

and not hear the virus' name?

will we be able to congregate without fear?

Here’s wishing on a better new year

 

 

Thanks For Reading.

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle.